Aren't you a skinny kid Just like his poppaWhere's he working? He's not workingThin as the smile I wearCold as the beaches you combTill the cows come home

Tell the truth again Tell the truth againNear to the knuckle, Near to the knuckleWhy're you laughing? You call that laughing? Wearing your death's head grin Even the fishes are thinWhen the boat comes in

Things are better now Things are better nowWe've educationI doff my cap to a life that lets youDream a poor man's dreamBut he can't have his coffee with creamTill the cows come home